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thecapitol2014-03-31 10:04 pm
lake_effect) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-31 10:04 pm
Entry tags:
speaking with a friend.
Who| Jack Frost and YOU!
What| So is he a Guardian or not? Jack doesn't know anymore.
Where| At night, on the rooftops.
When| Now!
Warnings/Notes| n/a
Jack wandered on the rooftops during the night, looking up to the moon. Ever since finding himself here, he didn't really know what to think of himself, or anything anymore. Lately it had been one change after the next and after the next. He was used to 300 years of the same things, basically. Suddenly being thrust into a time where things was constantly changing was confusing. He felt like things were stuck in his head, and he didn't know where to turn.
The answers didn't come easy here; for Jack Frost, they never seemed to anyway.
He wandered in his bare feet, oblivious to the cold. Even as a human, the cold didn't bother him. If anything, seeing his breath in the middle of the night was a comfort. With no staff to lean on, or a wire to get him a little closer to the night sky, he felt…empty. His arms wrapped themselves around his middle as he shook his head.
"I don't know what's going on anymore." Jack sighed, looking down to his feet. "I just…I don't know what to think.
For 300-some years, I didn't know why I was here. I just thought I was a spirt named Jack Frost who made things cold and snowy. But then I realized I had a sister, and a family…and that I was a Guardian. You made me a Guardian. And it felt really good."
He started to pace. "Then all of a sudden I'm brought here where people are supposed to kill each other. And I just can't understand why. I can't understand any of this!" Jack didn't want to rant to Man in Moon, but it was starting to become that way, wasn't it?
"Why am I here? Why am I here right after learning that I was a Guardian? I'm not supposed to be here! How am I a Guardian if I'm supposed to kill, or be killed myself? What good will I do? There's no center in me anymore if I can't do what I want to. I just don't…" Jack's voice slowly faded as his anger grew, running his hands through his white hair.
"…I don't think you did this. I really don't. I just don't know what to do. Even when I'm not fighting for my life, I don't feel like a Guardian anymore." The last part is a whisper. "And that hurts."
What| So is he a Guardian or not? Jack doesn't know anymore.
Where| At night, on the rooftops.
When| Now!
Warnings/Notes| n/a
Jack wandered on the rooftops during the night, looking up to the moon. Ever since finding himself here, he didn't really know what to think of himself, or anything anymore. Lately it had been one change after the next and after the next. He was used to 300 years of the same things, basically. Suddenly being thrust into a time where things was constantly changing was confusing. He felt like things were stuck in his head, and he didn't know where to turn.
The answers didn't come easy here; for Jack Frost, they never seemed to anyway.
He wandered in his bare feet, oblivious to the cold. Even as a human, the cold didn't bother him. If anything, seeing his breath in the middle of the night was a comfort. With no staff to lean on, or a wire to get him a little closer to the night sky, he felt…empty. His arms wrapped themselves around his middle as he shook his head.
"I don't know what's going on anymore." Jack sighed, looking down to his feet. "I just…I don't know what to think.
For 300-some years, I didn't know why I was here. I just thought I was a spirt named Jack Frost who made things cold and snowy. But then I realized I had a sister, and a family…and that I was a Guardian. You made me a Guardian. And it felt really good."
He started to pace. "Then all of a sudden I'm brought here where people are supposed to kill each other. And I just can't understand why. I can't understand any of this!" Jack didn't want to rant to Man in Moon, but it was starting to become that way, wasn't it?
"Why am I here? Why am I here right after learning that I was a Guardian? I'm not supposed to be here! How am I a Guardian if I'm supposed to kill, or be killed myself? What good will I do? There's no center in me anymore if I can't do what I want to. I just don't…" Jack's voice slowly faded as his anger grew, running his hands through his white hair.
"…I don't think you did this. I really don't. I just don't know what to do. Even when I'm not fighting for my life, I don't feel like a Guardian anymore." The last part is a whisper. "And that hurts."
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Maybe he was thinking into things too much.
"Well, 300-some years ago, I was a kid." He looked up to the moon, and smiled. "I had a family of my own and everything. One day, my sister and I wanted to go ice skating outside. I saved my sister from falling through the ice, but…I didn't make it, I guess you could say.
"When I woke up, the Man in the Moon was telling me my name. He called me Jack Frost." He looked down to her, and smiled. "That's how I know."
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Because a man in the moon, Jack being alive three hundred years ago (and dead, did he say he was--) sounds like something only a crazy person could come up with.
Maybe a couple years ago she could have been caught up in the wonder of that idea, that's Jack's odd appearance (his white hair, his bare feet) spoke of something more than ordinary but now... Clem hasn't believed in anything like that for a long time.
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This was a challenge he would have to face as long as he stayed here. Jack had to learn that someone would have troubles believing in any of the Guardians. Which shouldn't be too hard. He wandered around for 300 years without anyone believing in him, so this was nothing.
"I so wish I could show you my powers." Jack mumbled, before kneeling down to face her. "Well, ah, I'm the guy who made it snow! And I can freeze flowers, and make snow days!" He smiled. "That's me. Jack Frost."
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There's something about his smile that's infectious and makes her want to smile too, Clementine shakes her head though. "Being able to make it snow would probably be really handy right now."
She still doesn't believe him, really.